How to do everything wrong and still come out ahead…

Sniffle. Sniffle. Cough. Cough.

But for the grace of copious quantities of cold medicine, I would be buried under a mountain of blankets right now, praying for an end to the sniffling suffering (much like how I spent yesterday). Fortunately, due to the advent of acetaminophen and dextromethorphan, I’m only slightly better off than I would be had I stayed home and in bed. Such fun, coughing at my desk all day when any normal person would have called in sick. *sigh*

I’m craving soup, but the impetus to actually make soup doesn’t exist in my world today. Not even to reheat it from a can or something, which is really out of character for me. Ah well, I hope good health has found the rest of you.